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Mckinley, 'tis of thee. 



Titne: — "America." 



McKinle5'. 'tis of thee. 
Great friend of liberty, 
Of thee we sing"! 
'Free trade" we've had enoug 
Sound money is the stuif. 
Ben Tillman he's too rough 
Let Freedom ring! 

McKinley, 'tis of thee, 
Proclaim from sea to sea 
Of thee we singf! 
We want prosperity. 
We want no anarchy. 
We want sweet liberty. 
Let Freedom ring-! 

McKinley, 'tis of thee. 
We want no coinag-e free, 
We want the best. 
We want protection. Bill; 
Free trade we've had our fill 
You touch the button. Bill, 
We'll do the rest. 



THEY HAD NO USE FOR NEW YORK. 



aik:.— "Two Little (iirls in Blue." 

"Billy, the Kid," made a wonderful speech 

At Chicago the other da)'; 
Some o' them yelled and some o' them didn't, 

And some o' tliem went away. 
Hill tried to rinfif in poor Grover, j'ou know, 

Ben Tillman he flourished "his fork;'" 
Altfjfeld said no, I'm manag-er here, 

I have no use for New York. 

CHORTs: 

We have no use for New York, boj's. 

We have no use for thee; 
We were brothers, now we want others. 

We're down on Grover C. 
One little boy from th' west, boys. 

Captured your brother's heart; 
Once was your brothers, we're now wed to others. 

Now we have drifted apart. 

"Billy, the Kid," made a wonderful speech. 
He felt for the silvery West; 
The wealth of the Kings he'd like to enhance; 

Didn't care a dash for the rest. 
Our courts he denounced in terms quite severe, 

Ivikewise did Ben with "his fork;" 
He eloquently talked of roses and birds, 
But he had no use for New York. 
CHORT'S: 



Mister George Vest made a radical speech 

He seemed to be loaded with sand: 
Wanted to scorch ev'ryone in his reach. 

As he mentioned tlie name of Dick Bland. 
He wanted his Dick and silver right quick, 

He must have borrowed "Ben's fork;" 
For he g"ot on his ear and acted real queer, 

He, too, had no use for New York. 

chorus: 

Benny Tillman made a terrible speech. 

And he ripped and tore like a bull; 
Some o' them hissed and some o' them didn't. 

Some o' them thought he was full. 
He hopped on Grover like a demon enraged. 

Then he jabbed and jobbed with "his fork," 
Then emphaticalU' stated to the uneasj- crowd. 

He, too, had no use for New York. 
chorus: 

Sewall from Maine didn't make any speech, 

But they said that Sewall was there. 
He was afraid to meet Perry, the man without sox 

And Peffer the man of hair. 
Sewall they say never worked on a farm 

And never had use for a fork; 
So he had to stand in with the rest of the Pops, 

He. too, had no use for New York. 

chorus: 



SIXTEEN TO OINE. 



Tunk:— "Wait For the Wairoii." 

The Democratic party it K'ot us in a trap, 

And tried to make us believe that we would have a snap, 

If we'd only vote for Grover and repeal the famous bill 

That kept the wheels a turning and us busy at the mill. 

Now they've set another trap, that they'd like to catch us in. 

By covering- up real issues, now isn't it a sin? 

They say our money system is no g-ood 'neath the sun. 

But the shysters cannot fool us with their 16 to 1. 

chorus: 

Hurrah for McKinley: Hurrah for McKinleyl 
Hurrah for McKinley and Protection for us all. 

The Democratic party it fooled us very bad. 

When they take to the woods, it will make us awful g-lad. 

Not very long- ago said sound money was the stuff, 

And they said, "Gold and silver was plenty good enough." 

Now they'll try to drive good money clear out of sight. 

But we lovers of sound money don't think it would be right: 

No donbt they'd be satisfied if such a thing were done, 

But don't believe they'll fool us with their 16 to 1. 

CHORIS: 

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The Democratic party is always on the winy, 

And to get into power they will grab at anything-. 

Only a short time ago they said Grover was a saint, 

Now they've all changed their mind and they sayGrover ain't 

Grover filled the pockets of the famous Morgan crowd. 

Now his party is talking "free silver" very loud; 

They said that Grover was as honest as the sun, 

Then the shysters try to fool us with their 16 to 1. 

chorus: 

The democratic party has raised perfect hell, 
And Grover and his cohorts, they did it very well. 
They took away the pensions and glory in the act. 
They are not friends of the soldier it seems to be a fact 
Now it don't seem to satisfy to smash up all the banks, 
But would like to spoil our currency, like a lot of cranks. 
No doubt they'll be satisfied when such a thing is done, 
But don't believe they'll fool us with their 16 to 1. 
chorus: 

The Democratic party will soon have its day, 
The wonder of the times will be sure to pass away. 
Then "fifty cent" Democrats will be very hard to find. 
And Grover '11 have no show catching suckers do you miiul. 
Then our friend and iirotector will be paying ofif the debts, 
Good wages we will be getting and there'll be no regrets. 
The best money system we'll have 'neath the sun, 
I don't believe they'll fool us with their 16 to 1. 

CHORUS: 



BIG BOLT. 

Tune— :Ben Holt. Trilby Edilioii. 

O don't you remember they had a "big- bolt" 

At Chicag-o the other day? 
How they bro't out a kid and he gave them a speech 

That captured the Pop.s rig-ht away? 
'Twas up to Chicago where they made the "big bolt" 

In a great big building- up in town, 
Where Johnny "took the cake" and run the whole thiiu 

And Tillman performed like a clown. 

Repeat two la.st lines. 

Oh! don't you remember they made a "big bolt," 

Went home 'fore meetin' was out? 
How poor Grover was over at Buzzards Bay, 

Had an awful time with the gout? 
In the Windy City where they made the "big bolt," 

Where they swallowed each other they say, 
Where the great New Yorker tore the platform up, 

Then Willie and he ski])ped away. 

Repeat last two lines. 

Oh! don't you remember after the "big bolt," 

The Pops had a nieetin' you know? 
They put on a tail where there was no head. 

No place where the hair ought to grow. 
Little Bill had to swallow the whole thing or bolt. 

Then of course Billy wouldn't do that; 
Then when Little Willie said he wouldn't accept, 

Of course he was talking through his hat. 

Repeat two last lines. 



STANDHN(i ON THE CORNER. 



Aik: — Sidewalks of Xcw York. 

Standing- on the corners 

All the live long- day, 
Talking of nothing- but silver, 

They all have much to say. 
Denis and Pops together. 

Agree just like a charm, 
The ag-itation will never 

Lift the mortg-ag-e from the farm. 
CHORUS: 

Right here, rigfht there, all about the town, 

Discussin' money matters. 

And prices going down. 

Dems and Pops together evr'y where you go. 

Coining dollars with wind-mills 

In the streets of Kokomo. 

There on Armstrong's corner, 

Silverites you'll see. 
Chewing the rag about silver 

As busj' as can be. 
Men and dudes tog-ether, 

Wonder as they g-o. 
When the3' can pick up the dollars 

In the streets of Kokomo. 
chorus: Right here, etc. 

Down in front of Rich's, 

They used to cong-regate. 
And tell us to vote for Grover, 

A statesman wide and great. 
Now Denis and Pops tog-ether 
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Ai,>-ree that it wasn't so. 
Curse and damn their leader 
In the streets of Kokonio. 
CHORUS: Rig-ht here, etc. 

"Now anything to beat 'em," 

They tell the ones they know, 
But should they get in the harness 

They'll make a holy show. 
Men and bo\'s together 

Will be hunters then, you know. 
For the dollars the Pops were coining- 

In the streets of Kokomo. 

CHORUS: 

Rig-ht here, right there, all about the town, 

Hunting for silver dollars, 

And the dollars can't be found. 

Dems and Pops together in their holes they go 

They've stopped the circulation 

Of dollars in Kokomo. 

McKinley and our Hobart 

Will fix the country right, 
Then they'll trot out the dollar 

The Dems drove out of sight. 
Men and boys together, 

Will have lots of cash you know, 
Then, Hurrah! for Billy McKinley, 

In the streets of Kokomo. 
chorus: 

Right here, right there, all about the town. 

Everybod3'"s hard up. 

And wages going down. 

Men and boys together, ev'ry where you go, 

Will vote for McKinley 

In the streets of Kokoino. 



GROVER'S SOLILOQUY. 



A IK :— Alas, and Did My Savior Ulood. 

AlasI my friends Fin 'fraid we're jj^one, 

Ben Tilhnan calls us thieves; 
John Alti4"eld holds the reig'ns, you know. 

That's why poor Grover g-rieves. 

Repeat last line. 

Was it for crimes that I have done 
That they've <;-one back on me? 

I've tried to be a Democrat, 
As straig-ht as I could he. 

Repeat last line. 

Well mijrht the earth just change its course. 

As for me to chang^e iny mind; 
I have not changed my views, you know. 

But yet. I'm left behind. 

Repeat last line. 

Well might I hicU' my blushing face 

As friends they disappear, 
I can't see why they treat me so, 

I seems to me so queer. 

Repeat last line. 

No drops of grief will I discharge 

For I'm well fixed, you know. 
The fourth of March will soon be here, 
"Put me off at Buffalo." 

Repeat last line. 



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OH, WHERE IS THE COTTAGE? 



Tune:— The Old Oaken Bucket. 

Oh where is the cottage, that dear little cottag-e, 

Where I used to reside when wages were right, 
Where I used to go home to my dear wife and babies, 

Where happiness reigned from morning 'til night? 
Nf)w a change has come over that dear little circle, 

Since Grover was placed in the President's chair. 
It has gone from my sight and now we are homeless. 

And the hearts of my loved ones are tilled with despair 



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That dear little cottage, that little sweet cottage, 
That dear little cottage, that we all loved so well. 

Oh look at my darlings, my dear little darlings. 

See that look of despair on their sweet faces now. 
They say to their Papa, oh what is the matter? 

What has become of our old brindle cow? 
I tell them the tariff was reduced by the tinkers, 

The Democratic party is at fault for it all; 
It's the cause of our losses, they cannot repay us, 

So they beg me to vote for McKinley this fall. 



refrain: 



Those dear little darling?, those little sweet darlings, 
They insist on my voting for McKinle_v this fall. 



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Now my dear littlo wife and my dear little darliiij^-s 

Bey me to beware of the free silver craze; 
They say we have tried the free trade apparition, 

Now would like to see more of Republican da^^s. 
They know that the Pops and the Denis can't be trusted, 

And they know that McKinley is a friend to us all. 
Now they look up to me with tender entreaties, 

And they beg- me to vote for McKinley this fall. 

rekkain: 

Now my dear little wife and my dear little darlinj^-s. 
Insist on my votinj4" for McKinley this fall. 



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HOPE. 

Tune:— Hard Times Come Afjrain No More. 
As we look 'round about us Ave see suflF'ring- ev'ry day. 

The little ones come beg-g-ing- at the door. 
We see the care worn faces and pleadinj^dy they say, 

Oh hard times come af^^ain no more. 

CHOKl'.S: 

On the listening air we hear it, 

Hard times, hard times, come ag-ain no more. 

Many times have they wandered 

Too and from the cottag-e door, 

Oh hard times come again no more. 

Oh look upon life's pleasures, then watch those falling tears. 
As they course down the features of the poor. 

There's a thought that comes to us, it whispers in our ears. 
Oh hard times come again no more. 

CHORUS: 

We see the weary toiler who wears his life away, 

Whose sad heart hopes for better days once more. 
He hears a sound so merry, it sweetly seems to say, 

Oh hard times come again no more. 

chorus: 

There's a sound that is wafted amid the summer air, 

'Tis a song that is heard along the shore. 
McKinley and Protection, good times eveyrwhere, 

Oh hard times come again no more. 

chorus: 



WHEN THE LEAVES BEtilN TO FALL. 



Aik: -Jcihii Brown's Bod}-. 



The Democratic party and Grover don't agree, 
And don't live in clover, that we can plainly see. 

The doctrines that they advocate doesn't do for you and mc, 
As we g'o marching on. 

cnoKUS: 

Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah! 
Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah I 
Glorj', g'lory, hal-le lu jahl 
As we g'o marching- on. 
The Democratic floppers are a little bit too fast. 

When thej' say that Protection is an issue of the past. 
The Pops and Anarchists have captured them as last. 
As they go niarchin.g on. 

CHORUS: 

Glory; g'lory, lial-le-lu-jahl 
Glor3', g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah| 
Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah! 
As they g'o marching' on. 
The Pops and the Dems, oh won't they cut a dash? 

Mixed up with Prohis, oh what a lovely hash. 
When November comes we will clean up the trash, 
As we g'o marching' on. 
CHORUS: 

Glor3', g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah 1 
Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah I 
Glorv' glory, hal-le-lu-jah I 
As we go inarching on. 
We'll vote for McKinley, and we'll vote every one. 

And we'll vote for Hobart, New Jersey's noblest son. 
You bet we won't vote for 16 to 1, 
As we go marching on. 



CHORUS: 

Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jahl 
Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl 
Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl 
Sound money for us all. 
McKinley and Hobart are the best kind of stock. 

And they'll be sure to win, when the fodder's in the shock. 
Then our money system will be solid as a rock, 
Sound money for us all. 
CHORUS: 

Good gold and silver is good enough for all, 

But fiat money we wouldn't have at all. 
We'll vote for Protection and prosperity this fall. 
As we go marching on. 

CHOKUS: 

Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl 
Glor3% glory, hal-le-lu-jahl 
Glory, g-iory, hal-le-lu-jahl 
As we go marching on. 
Good gold and silver we will keep on a jjar. 

Protection for our people will be the guiding star. 
The songs of victory will be heard from afcir. 
As we go marching on. 

CHORUS: 

We'll vote for McKinley when the leaves begin to fall, 
We'll elect the great protectionist and Hobart this fall. 

We'll vote for McKinley, the Napoleon of them all. 
As we go marching on. 
CHORUS: 

Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl 
Gloay, glory, hal-le-ln-jahl 
Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl 
Protection for us all. 



GOOD OLD REPUBLICAN TIMES. 



Trxi:; -Jim Fiske. 

Kind friends come and listen to my little song-, 

It will set you to thinking-, I'm sure, 
Of the days when our factories run at full blast, 

And had plenty of work for the poor. 
Ah, yes, those were prosperous days for us all. 

There was no lack of dollars and dimes. 
People were happy and confidence reig^ned 

In those g-ood old Republican times. 
There's one thing- quite strang-e that I don't understand. 

Why some people will vote as they do. 
When they know what inducements those fellows hold out, 

And not one of their stories came true. 
Of the beauties of free trade they told us you know. 

And they told of Republican crimes. 
But now we are tired, would like to g-o back 

To those g-ood old Republican times. 
Now men of all trades put your thinking- Ciips on, 

And work shoulder to shoulder this fall. 
And vote for McKinlej' and Hobart, our friends, 

Let us g-o to the polls one and all. 
In November next, be on hands with your votes, 

As the President's ladder Mack climbs. 
And if you elect him there'll be work for you all. 

As in those g-ood old Rcjjublican times. 



WHAT REJOICING THERE WILL BE. 



Tune:— In the Prison Cell. 

What rejoicing- there will be when the ptmic's past and 

g-one, 
And McKinley's in the presidential chair. 
And we hear the merry hum of the spindles as we g-o, 
See the factory chimneys smoking- in the air. 
chorus: 

Tramp, tramp, tramp, the men go marching-. 
Cheer up workmen hear the call! 
Put McKinley in the chair, there'll be business ev'ry- 

where, 
And sound money an i)r<jtection fur us all. 
Then our i)ay-day will be sure and we'll have our share 

of dimes. 
Then the stringency will surely pass away. 
Then McKinley will be paying off the Democratic debts. 
Then the deficit will go the other way. 

CHOKCS: 

Then we all will happy be and the confidence restored: 

No more monkey business, that's what we say! 

Then our little Brj^an boy will be lawin' just the same, 

And Ben Tillman will be pitchin" clover ha3'. 

CHORUS: 

Then the wild silvery winds will have a splendid show 

To whistle through Peffer's flowing locks. 

The Popocrats can go to the barber once a week. 

And Simpson can buy a pair o' sox. 

CHORUS: 



M'KirSLEY AND PROTECTION. 



TvNi::— liallle Cry of Fii'i-doiii. 

Oh we'll g-ather 'round our Mack, boys, 

We'll rally every one, 
SlKHitinj,^ McKinley and Protection! 

They will come in from the country. 
And come in on the run, 

Shoutin-,'- McKinley and Protection! 

CHOKIS: 

McKinlev and Hobart, hip, hip, hurrah! 
Hold to the tariff and stand by the law. 
While we g-ather 'round our Mack, boys, 
We'll rally every one, 
Shoutinj,^ McKinley and Protection. 

Good sound money for us all boys. 

We'll vote it every one, 
Shoutinj,'- McKinley and Protection! 

We'll till the President's chair 
With Ohio's noblest son, 

Shoutini,r McKinley and Protection! 

CHOKlS: 

We'll show those tariff tinkers 
That thev will have no show, 

Shoutinf,r McKinley and Protection! 
And we'll also show those fellows 

That "free coinage" doesn't go. 

Shouting McKinley and Protection! 

CHOKUS: 

Now let's rally 'round our Mack, boys. 

And smash the "Wilson Bill," 
Shouting McKinley and Protection! 

And let's show the outer world 
That our William's in it still. 

Shouting McKinley and Protection! 



LQING TIME AGO. 



Aik:— There Is a Hajipy Land. 

I was a Democrat, 

Long' time ago, 
Wore a rooster in my hat, 

Ivong- time ago. 
You bet it made me awful sore, 

I won't do so any more, 
Oh, wasn't it an awful bore, 

Long time ago. 

Wag-es then were very good. 

Long time ag-o, 
Didn't know just where I stood. 

Long time ag'-o. 
Now there isn't a thing in sight. 

Times are hard and money's tight. 
My house and lot went out of sig-ht, 

Long- time ago. 

Free trade was just tlie thing. 

Long- time ago. 
Said good wages it would bring-. 

Long time ag-o. 
Now 'neath my coat-tail I now wear, 

Two "Cleveland badges," I declare. 
Those fellows did not treat me fair, 

Long- time ago. 

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Wool yot so very cheap, 

Lorif^ time ag'o, 
Farmers butchered all their sheep, 

Long time ago. 
Now take the tariff oflf they said, 

We know you've got a level head. 
The price is down, our sheep are dead. 

Long time ago. 

Grover run for president. 

Long time ago, 
'Fore the money all was spent. 

Long time ago. 
We closed the shops and all the banks, 

And we played all kind of pranks. 
We acted like a lot of cranks, 

Long time ago. 

They put the farmer on his feet, 

Long time ago. 
Dollar and p. quarter for his wheat. 

Long time ago. 
Instead of that he gets no pie, 

I'm out of a job and that's no lie. 
And I've found ovit the reason why. 

Long time ago. 



THE IRISHMAN'S LAMENT. 



Air:— The Irish Washer Woman. 

How well I remiinber in Ben Harrison's toinie, 

I marched in line wid the workin' men, sure, 

And I felt just as proud as a king- when I thought of 

The fall of the rich and the rise of the poor. 

Sure, that's what they tould me was meant by the vict'ry 

And of this great land, I should live on the fat. 

As I stipped to the moosic jist loike an old sojer. 

And wore a big- rooshter in the top 'o me hat. 

I invid the boss wid his riches an' comforts. 
No share o' the profits I'd git if ag-in. 
If I woted to kape up the tariff that only 
Protected the bosses and burdened the min. 
Ah, sure, I'll git even wid ye now me laddies, 
I'll wote just as sure as my name it is Pat 
For Grover, and then at the ratification 
I'll wear a big rooshter on the top o' me hat. 

I did it, bad luck to the day an the hour. 
I'd loike to recall that wote if I could. 
And once again hear the ould stame whistle soundin'. 
That called me to work when the toimes they were good. 
The boss he looks worried, th' foreman is sour. 
The old mill's deserted and gloomy at that. 
All that I've g-ot for nie share o' the glory 
Is the bathered ould rooshter I woor in me hat. 

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Now bejabers those laddies air talkin' ai,nn. 
Am entrated to wote the same ticket onct more. 
They have a shwate sthory about the free kionag-e. 
That dollars '11 be scattered all over the fluer. 
Now I'm skittish uv the yarns the laddies be tellin'. 
And they kape talkin' o' this and talkin' o' that. 
But be-dad if that party is afjin triumphant 
The devil a rooshter yez'll see in me hat. 

So there's the hull sthory, an' none can deny it. 

The trouth must be tould, the' the heavens should fall 

We made a mishtake in defatin' the party 

That gave us protection, g-ood money and all. 

Talk of fray silver, an' talk 'till ye. re spachle.ss, 

Ye can argyf^' 'til ye're gray as a rat, 

I'll oppose fray kionag-e, yet I'll uphold the tariff. 

But divil o' the rooshter will I wear in me hat. 



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THE SHIP OF STATE. 



Bv Permission ok J. W. Shaw. 
Revised from Sonsr of 1860 to Suit the Times 
Hark! Hark! A sij^nal g-un is heard, 
Just out beyond-the fort. 
The g-ood old "Ship of State" my boys, 
Is coming- into port! 

With shattered sails and anchors g-one, 
I fear the rogues will strand her. 
She carries a sorry crew. 
And needs a new commander. 

McKinley is the man! McKinley is the man! 

With a sturdy mate from Jersey State, 

McKinley is the man! 

Four years ago'she put to sea. 

With prospects brig-htly beamings 

Her hull was strong, her sails new bent. 

And every pennant streaming; 

She loved the gale, she ploughed the wave. 

Nor feared the deep's commotion. 

Majestic, on she sailed, 

Proud mistress of the ocean. 

Oh! Cleveland was the man! 

Oh! Cleveland was the man! 

But his four year's trip. 

Leaves a crippled ship, 

Oh! Cleveland was the man. 

There's a mutiny aboard the ship, 
There's feud no force can smother; 
Their blood is up to fever heat, 
They're cutting down each other, 
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'Tis Cleveland here and Dave Hill there, 
Each belchinjf forth his thunder. 
While cunninf,'- rog-ues are sly at work, 
In pocketinf^ the plunder. 

Oh! Cleveland was the man! 

Oh! Cleveland was the man! 

But November's sun shall complete his fun. 

Oh! Cleveland was the man! 

Our Ship is badly out of trim, 

Repairs are sorely needed; 

While free trade crews have aired their views. 

The nation's needs unheedini^: 

She's cruised about, from ])oint to point. 

Protection's hosts assailing-; 

While prostrate labor's plea for aid. 

Is heard, but unavailing. 

McKinley is the man! McKinlev is the man! 

With a sturdy mate from Jersey State, 

McKinley is the man! 

He'll give her what repairs she needs, 

A thorough overhauling; 

Her sordid crew shall be dismissed. 

To seek some honest calling: 

McKinley soon will take the helm 

On truth and right relying. 

In calm or storm, in peace or war, 

He'll keep her colors flying. 

McKinley is the man! McKinley is the man! 

With a sturdy mate from Jersey State, 

McKinley is the man! 



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CAMPAIGN SONG OF '96. 



TuxE. — "Good-bye. My Lover." 

O Deniniies, hear the trumpet blow. 

Good-bye, free-trader.s, j^-ood-bye. 
Pack up your g^rips, it's time to go, 

Good-bj'e, free-trader.s. good-bye, 
Protection is the people's wealth. 

Good-bye, free-traders, good-bye. 
You're breaking down the Nation's healtli, 

Good-bye, free-traders, good-bye! 



By, moss-backs, by — O! 
By, Cleveland, by — O! 
Home and prosperit3'! 
Good-bye, old-timers, good-bye! 

Sound money is the people's cry. 

Good-bye, free silver, good-bye, 
The sun of gold is in the sky, 

Good-bye, free silver, good-bye, 
We want no dim, free-silver moon. 

Good-bye, dear Teller, good-bye. 
You'll know your folly all too soon. 

Good-bye, dear Teller, good-bye! 



Ohio tKiiiies the coining' man, 

Good-bye, dear Grover, g-ood-bve, 
The states will keep him in the van. 

Good-bye, dear Whitney, g-ood-bye, 
McKinley brinys prosperity, 

Good-bye, dear Campbell, good-bye. 
Good times for all and Cuba free, 

Good-bye, dear Weyler, good-bye! 

Democracy has seen it's day, 

Good-bye. dead party, good-bye, 
You cannot learn the modern way, 

Good-bye, dead party, good-bye, 
The people now have learned yuiir tricks, 

Good-bye, dead party, good-bye, 
We'll bury you deep in ninety-six. 

Good-bye, dead party, good-bye! 

— Richard Lew Uawson. 



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HURRAH FOR M'KINLEY. 



By Pekmishion or K. H. Laxcfokd. 
Aik:— "The Wearing' <'f tlu" (Jiefii." 

The Detnocreits may sing" their song's and tell their tales of 

woe, 
And on the stanch Republican anathemas bestow; 
But when November days shall come the Democrats must 

fall, 
We'll drive them from the capitol and senatorial hall. 
The silverites a-g^unning" g^o the g"olden bug's to kill. 
But they become more numerous in spite of Bryan's skill; 
Upon our sound financial scheme no evils shall befall. 
Then hurrah for Bill McKinle)% for whom the j^eople call. 

CHOKUS: 

The Democrats and Populists 
Are driven to the wall. 
Then hurrah for Bill McKinley 
And protection for us all. 

The Populists with downcast eyes the country's ills bemoan. 

And talk of dire calamities with tear and sig-h and groan; 

But when election time rolls round their plans we will fore- 
stall. 

For we must have protection and sound money one and all. 

The "Wilson bill has proved n. g;. — the income tax knocked out 

Then g-ood-bye to Grover Cleveland, we'll put his force to 
route, 

For our names will be called legion when the leaves beg-in 
to fall. 

Then hurrah for Bill McKinley, we're shouting-, great and 
small. 



CHORUS: 

The Democrats may toot their horns 
And on the voters call, 
But the masses want McKinley 
And sound money for us all. 

Our Democratic silver friends their helpless state bewail, 

And in this they resemble a kite without a tail; 

Great Grover cannot lead them, on Bryan they must call, 

Then hurrah for Bill McKinley, our president this fall. 

Then rally round the standard of the glorious G. O. P., 

And use your best endeavors to gain the victory. 

Our battle cry is tariff high, good times we shall install, 

Then hurrah for Bill McKinley, the Napoleon of them all. 

chorus: 

Don't you hear the mightv slogan 
Ring- from hut and hall? 
Hurrah for Bill McKinley, 
Our president this fall. 
North Platte, Neb. 



IINDIAINA. 

TiNi;:— Baby Mine. 

There's a song- we would be sin<;ing-, 

Indiana, Indiana! 
Of thy past with praises ring-ing", 

Indiana. Indiana! 
But the stream of time to-day, 
Bear this message on its waj" 
"Let the people have their say," 

Indiana, Indiana! 
"Let the people have their say," 

Indiana! 

So to-day the song to save thee, 

Indiana, Indiana! 
Is the precept Lincoln gave thee. 

Indiana, Indiana! 
Ev'ry river, hill and dale 
Echoes with this magic tale, 
"Let the 'people's choice' prevail." 

Indiana, Indiana! 
"Let the 'people's choice' prevail," 

Indiana! 



There's one watchword ever spoken, 

Indiana, Indiana! 
Ev'ry toiler knows his token; 

Indiana, Indiana! 
All who love this land so fair. 
Women true, and men who dare. 
Search their hearts— 'tis written there! 

Indiana, Indiana! 
'Tis "McKinley and Protection, ' 

Indiana! 

Mif,^hty state, renowned in story, 

Indiana, Indiana! 
Rich in Grant's and Lincoln's f,'-lory, 

Indiana, Indiana! 
Make thy present as thy past. 
To the people anchor fast, 
And the vict'ry'll come at last, 

Indiana. Indiana! 
And McKinley'U win that vict'ry, 

Indiana! 



ARISE, YE TOILERS ALL. 



Cant no more about "free trade," 

Ye Democrats untrue. 
For poverty and crime 3'ou make 

As never before we knew; 
For silver now you falsely shout, 

The people to betray. 
But they will at your faces rout 

Upon election day. 

Base hypocrites! four years ai^o 

You lured us by belief 
That g-old would to our Nation flow 

Should Cleveland be our chief: 
And comfort by the poor man's hearth 

Throug'h competence be seen. 
But since upon the boundless earth 

No woe like ours has been. 

The anxious toiler idle went, 

And vain the farmer tilled; 
To foreigners our gold was sent 

Our treasury that filled; 
The mills that sung sweet labor's song, 

Were silent as the tomb. 
And those that joyous filled them long 

At workhouse begged for room. 

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Accurst the change four years a<^o 

This hapless Nation made; 
What destiny insaned us so 

As to accept ''free trade" 
And yield ourselves and countr3' fair 

To De:nocratic sway — 
Parent of hung-er and despair, 

Stag-nation and decay? 

Awake! arise! ye toilers all, 

Throughout this glorious land 
And for protection thunderous call, 

And loyal for it stand; 
Let labor and its gold reward. 

Which Democrats deny, 
Your duty to be faithful guard; 

Our Nation must not die, 

A WOKKIXGMAN MaN. 

July 7, 18'K). 



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